𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, olive

❝ the smallest man who ever lived. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

It's eleven forty three. Earliest I'm getting out of the office this week. I am completely exhausted but I couldn't care less.

I have nothing else to do. The only thing I'm looking forward to is tomorrow night, which is the night Nadim has invited me to check out his gallery.

I have been getting off work the past week everyday past midnight, trying to distract myself from... everything.

Last week, after seeing Pedri in the building I proceeded to go up to my apartment and cry all night long. And I am not in the mood to cry anymore.

There was also a match that followed two days after that day. Yet, Pedri was suspended by Xavi. I didn't ask why, I don't want to know. But I'm pretty sure it had something to do with Jules's nose.

I didn't ask. Only people who care would ask. And I definitely do not care, not anymore.

I get a call from Isa and pick my phone up. "Yes?" I answer as I place the phone between my ear and shoulder, arranging my stuff to get going.

"Are you seriously still at work, Liv?" She sighs, assuming right.

"No." I lie. "I'm leaving, so technically not working anymore."

"You should be getting off at five! At the latest!" She argues, yelling at me as I just pack my stuff up, and shut down the systems.

All in my handbag, I place it over my shoulder, answering her as I grab my phone properly with my other hand. "I'm the boss, I do whatever I want."

"I'm the boss too, and I order you to stop working yourself till midnight." Technically she is. All she does is draw some dresses while I manage everything but on paper we have the same power.

"I wasn't working for L&G, I had to respond to some emergency back in Lebanon. So you actually don't have a say over that work." I was working on some L&G work but before that I was actually on a conference call with the other company so in a way, it's not a lie.

"You're doing it in our offices though, so I do." She keeps on arguing. I turn off the lights to my office before locking it as I head out.

"Can't go back to my other office that easily so..." It's kind of hard to manage a company from a whole other country, but it's only temporary as we're trying to expand and Spain is our next goal.

She doesn't say anything else as I walk through the others offices, dimly lit lights around but no one here anymore.

Ordering the elevator, I talk to my best friend again. "Look, I'm sorry, I won't stay in the office till midnight again." I apologize even though I don't actually owe her an apology. "To prove it to you, I'll actually go out and have fun tomorrow." I add, entering the elevator once it's on my floor.

"And where are you going tomorrow night, Mrs. Larsen?" She interrogates, suspicious and curious as always.

Hitting the elevator button, I roll my eyes at her. "A friend of mine invited me to an art gallery." I keep it short, avoiding any mentions of the name or gender of that friend.

"Mhm." I can feel her frown over the phone. "And since when do you have friends other than me here?" Hurtful but fair point. I'm not that amicable a person.